Winter (Not Edited)

Chapter 12

After that night of dinner and chess, Winter's heart felt like it was going to explode in the kindness bestowed by Emerson.

Even though she had let him win, to save his ego, she felt it was a repayment of the dinner she had with him.

Maybe befriending the beast wouldn't be too much of a hassle.

A creme colored night gown wrapped around Winter. A small lace outline skimmed around the dress. It had been a couple days since that night and Winter was back to perfect health.

Winter made her way to prepare breakfast. She had loss even more weight when she was sick, it made her even more insecure about her thin figure.

In the past days Emerson had not spoken to Winter, not that he meant to, he was incredibly busy. The work had piled up from coming home earlier from his job to take care of her.

He could not forget the way she looked the night they ate dinner together. She looked happy, and for some odd reason that made Emerson happy.

It had been a long time since Emerson had felt such a way. A true happiness, something only friends or family can bring out in a person. And on occasion a lover.

Emerson did want to make sure she was eating better, he had noticed how she ate much better with company.

She was warming up to him.

Winter had no idea Emerson was still here, she was still busy washing fruit and making pancakes to realize Emerson was watching her intently.

Turning around Winter almost had a heart attack when she saw Emerson standing there, dressed in a navy blue suit.

"Forgive me, it was not my intention to frighten you." Emerson said gruffly.

Winter quickly shook her head. "It's okay, I was just surprised." Her soft voice sounded much better, not sickly.

She watched as Emerson sat down for breakfast, she thought it was strange. From the time she had been at the estate, not once did he have breakfast.

"Would you like some coffee, tea perhaps?" Winter's offer was barely above a whisper, it was new talking to Emerson. She would be lying if she said it didn't scare her a tad bit.

"Coffee is fine." Emerson said, pulling his phone out.

He watched as she turned around, filling the small tea cup up with coffee. Winter's hands shook a little, she couldn't help but get nervous around him.

After placing the coffee in front of Emerson, he sat his phone down. In doing so, it reminded him that she needed a phone.

"Would you like anything else, Sir." She asked.

Emerson didn't like that, he wanted her to call him by his name. He went by Emerson, it was easier for him. He also wanted to get rid of anything from his past.

"Don't call me that." Emerson said looking up to meet her green eyes. She nodded, her brows pulling together signaling her being confused.

"Just call me Emerson, I don't like being called Sir. It's annoying." He said before she could ask him what he wanted to be called by.

"Okay Si- I mean, Emerson." Winter fumbled over her words, but his name came out clear as day. Emerson liked it much more than he should have.

She continued to cook her pancakes, stacking them on a plate. Winter turned to leave the room, assuming Emerson didn't want her eating in-front of him.

"Winter, sit." Emerson's voice came out softly. It was strangely new for Winter, but she complied and sat down beside Emerson on the chair at the island.